I Confess ~Alison Lutermann
I stalked her
in the grocery store: her crown
of snowy braids held in place by a great silver clip,
her erect bearing radiating tenderness,
watching
the way she placed yogurt and avocados in her
basket,
beaming peace like the North Star.
I wanted to ask, “What aisle did you find
your serenity in, do you know
how to be married for fifty years or how to live
alone,
excuse me for interrupting, but you seem to
possess
some knowledge that makes the earth turn and
burn on its axis.”
But we don't request such things from strangers
nowadays. So I said, “I love your hair.”
I shared Lughnasadh yesterday with some
pretty phenomenal women, the kind you
can ask such questions of. They reminded
me of true values . . . generosity, kindness,
openness, acceptance. I believe I'm the
luckiest gal in the world to have such women
in my life. Inspires me to personal growth;
I so want to be worthy!
pray you be my friend
longing to share chat and tears
fears and joy as well
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